There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one Well, my mother was a tailor Sewed my new bluejeans Daddy was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Yeah, the one and only thing my father ever had Was a suitcase and a trunk Yeah, the one and only time my dad's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk So now, mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun In the house of the Rising Sun In the house of the Rising Sun In the house of the Rising Sun